Please pardon my absence.... detribalization
Concentric Effort  Three Phases of Play
 Rose Hips Nostradamus prescribed them during the Black Plague {he advocated good sanitation too} 
P R O T E C T 
disembark the loop train space, time on railroad tankers though filings of smoke form our defiant souls. & holding sweaty hands on the back ladder wheels loud engines tug blare by gaits pulsing blood damn they never head halting empty air and all at light speed. ::: It occured to me... at our most honest inner cores, one of our greatest fears, perhaps arguably the root fear to those only masquerading as the root fear... A fear of... well, more of a yearning than fear... a longing to... b e l o n g [the fear: Dying alone] If I may propose for your review.... a new word, or at least a new connotation... that is, intent... for an existing word... TribaliZation from the dictionary "the union of opposing factions" I say... " for all the masses that willingly submit the process by which those previously ensconced from their tribe undergo the sudden, unexpected revival, that is... a reunification of the individual with their tribe. ....or.... TribaliZation (n) or, more simply.... Purpose. 
the defiant tribalized Do I dare argue, yes!... we began this journey previously living amongst the other, or at least something like a lake of our ancestral souls. 
And for us in Viroqua, of Southwest Wisconsin... A tribe removed from civilization, glacial tilling (inclusive of those to come!), with little proximity to plutocracy.... for twelve thousand passionate years. And furthermore... the make up of these spindrills of super-stringy energy governed by divine geometry.... frequency if you will.... or as I prefer... song.... i will proclaim, this web of all ..that ...is permanent of us.... our soul and our song... and that of it's tribes.... This entity of entities (the neuronal network of the mind of God, if you will) cannot be understood without including the cool Mother Earth underfoot... and specifically... under your feet. ...there ....where you are brothers and sisters... Tribe is.... the super string energy of self, brothers, sisters, God, and Earth. Those previously taken from their tribe rise and allow the sudden and unexpected revival.... Jesus.... reunify with your tribe! Joining with your 'tribe' (again) = tribalization = purpose connect with your tribe... ...free from the root of all fear dying alone for once we return to each other you certainly will not die alone. and more importantly you assure the longevity of all that is permanent of you. ....what purpose could supercede this? Joining with your 'tribe' (again) is.... tribalization.... tribalization is purpose Note: for the detail oriented: TribaliSation verses tribaliZation.... how curious. Some dictionaries have one of these words listed, some have both! and some neither. Fascinating. Last night, I filed the U.S. trademark application for the word (new or otherwise) TribaliZation. ::: Stone Array Sphere and Square Train Perspective The Going Under out my train window I ponder our forward motion... There is a proverb...
if you can't go over, than you
must
go under... I say, that is where the door will be to the one wisdom the knowing and the being
Blur wasteland vista Strangers on a Train We all met on the Chicago to Manhattan train about 3am... a rag-tag collection of souls, commendeering the deserted club car.... somehow each comforted by the sway and rumble, the dark impatient landscapes, the laughter and communion. He was a down-and-out musician traveling to find himself and his new band... she was taking on the Bronx, the fair girl from Green Bay... making pottery and designing spectacular leather coats. Here, they shared an innocent slumber... temporary dream partners aboard the Mystic Express. And as for us... we were on yet another ice cream adventure. {by Josha, who we met on the train} East of the Cleveland Stop Club Car Hudson
Manhattan NYC: We asked for something sweet.. he growled they were sweetless... then poured of the top shelf.... (we poured out our wallets!)
The clandestine top shelf lodge, near Central Park, near what was called "Hell's Kitchen"... no neon sign, bleak cement facade, not even a door man, but yes... a few limos.... the urban holiday for the anonymous celeb. It begins with a steep escalator ascent in neon yellow and a subdued chill groove. As you scale the crest, the music crescendos and you and your party spill into a vaulted lobby with (fake) plastic ivy and light only in pods, cast upon the anonymous celebs.
Lone Window Manhattan, NYC She Cop Cars and Cabs Climax The day began with a short shift until noon.... The evening began with some sibling bonding along with some friends.... unfolding into a search for my other sister... the energy led us to the Common Ground jazz jam (where a collaborator and i planned a film festival and guild).... then onto a crazy other dimensional in a Main Street apartment hive of fascinating Bohemians... mixing it up with poker, hallways, intoxicants and cultural incongruities... an evolution of the tribe, before our eyes... evolving our souls... our eyes... and even our poker.
Bliss of Canine Suspicion Gaze Ahead lux Blaupunkt Vintage Amish Sleigh Patiently they wait.... We made another trip to the Amish family who makes our candy. We sell it in the public market we rehabbed and operate... She makes, literally, the best cashew crunch we've ever had. I enjoy our visits with her.... we quickly transcend culture and religion, becoming simple, humble humans... basking in her confectionery delight. Washboard and Thimble Closing night.... upon the tragic, unexpected end of the Common Ground cafe. A Player's lament.
snow trail cumulus abandoned guard post missed pear decent Arboreal Fellow We, Illuminated by Spirit, ahead upon strangely featureless byways the amber glow of Sparta, did backlite our arboreal fellow traveler within the breathing fibrils... a map of ancestors and self... After sitting momentarily, reminded of love and entropy, we proceeded East without destination, and still Illuminated by Spirit.
Are you with your tribe? be blessed tony
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i do enjoy your photos so much though...very inspriring. i simply ~must~ get out and take more photos!
